Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Miss Pierce...Why don't you go and rest for a while?"

In fact, Boenser had naturally noticed little Cathy's absent-mindedness.

Especially when Smesyk was still there, little Cathy was obviously distracted.So much so that when Sme Suek left the dean's room, she failed to respond in time.

But this seems to be taken for granted-little Cathy just lost her mother, how can she feel better?

Therefore, he never thought that it was not the mother's death that was constantly haunting the child, but the few words spoken by an unidentified person.

"Take a rest?" Little Cathy was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately nodded, "Um...Okay. I'm sorry, Mr. Boenser, I'm obviously asking you to bring me here, but now..."

Upon hearing this, Boenser immediately interrupted:

"No, no, it's nothing. Go to the tea room on the sixth floor for a cup of tea and some snacks! Just say it was my treat!

"Oh, how does this work, I—" "Truly."

Little Cathy hadn't finished her words, suddenly, a few light knocks sounded from the door.

"Mr. Boenser, I heard that you have also returned, haven't you?"

"Oh? Mr. McLean?"

When Bo Enser heard this, he wanted to respond, but Cathy suddenly got up from the chair.But after that, after seeing her hurriedly begging Boenser not to speak, she hurriedly hid behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains behind Boenser.

Obviously, this curtain is not only very thick, but also very long, which looks very suitable for Tibetans.

Bo Enser watched the child slip there as soon as he slipped into the smoke. He was stunned at first, but then he seemed to remember his appearance when he was young, showing a little nostalgic smile.

"It's still a kid after all!"

After murmured so secretly, he said towards the door:

"Mr. McLean, please come in!"

As Boenser spoke, the door opened, revealing the figure of Maca who was standing outside the door.

"Hello, Mr. Boenser... I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

I saw Maca coming to the desk while saying hello.Although his tone still sounds so unhurried, he can tell from his slightly faster pace that he is not just coming to chat this time.

But just as he uttered these words casually, a pair of eyes also looked out to the curtain behind Bo Ense.

"Well?"

Even though Maca was suddenly curious as to why little Cathy would hide behind the curtain, he didn't open it immediately.After a little doubt, he continued:

"Mr. Boenser, first of all, I have to thank your hospital for lending me the potion preparation room-this is really very grateful! Besides, because time is tight, I will just say it... I have to ask your hospital for another favor."

Seeing that Maca was speaking seriously, Bo Enser temporarily put aside Cathy's affairs and nodded seriously:

"What St. Mungo can help, it should be healing and saving people? This is our own job. If you need it, please feel free to speak."

But who knows, Maca set his hand at this moment.

"Oh, this--" he said, "It can be said to be saving people. After all, that is also one of my purposes. However, what I want to ask the therapist of Saint Mungo to do is some nursing work... ...And I have to say, it may be dangerous."

"Nursing?" Bornse suddenly puzzled, "Of course this is also within the scope of our hospital, but what is the danger? Is it a highly contagious disease?"

"Ah, no, it's not like that..."

After first negating Boenser's speculation, Maca briefly introduced him to the Muggles who would soon be gathered by the Auror dispatched by the Ministry of Magic.

In order to facilitate understanding, he simply explained the Muggles with things lurking in their souls as a group of patients who were affected by the dark magic and might commit murder to the people around them.

Since the mysterious substances hidden in the human soul were successfully integrated into the soul, even Maca could not separate them again, so he could only isolate the Muggles temporarily.

"...In short, that's it."

After a brief explanation, Maca said again:

"Because I am not sure for the time being whether that black magic will make those Muggle patients suddenly possess powerful powers. So I have to trouble your hospital to send a therapist to the dungeon of the Ministry of Magic to take care of it-then, magic The Ministry will also keep the Aurors and strikers on patrol to ensure the personal safety of both the patient and the therapist dispatched by your hospital."

"Okay, I'll pick a few therapists from our hospital to go to the Ministry of Magic to be on standby..." Boenser said, but then apologized, "But you must know Mr. McLean, the therapists and The hospital is also an employment relationship. If it is indeed dangerous, I have to get their own consent..."

Obviously, this is actually because Maca deliberately brought the old Muggle lady to St. Mungo instead of going directly to the Black House for inspection.

Because after finding out what was in the old man's soul, he had to hurry up and find Boenser personally.

After all, if the Ministry of Magic were to do these tasks, the whole process would be a bit too slow.

"Of course, I can understand this, as soon as possible."

At this time, Maca doesn't need to be polite.But after seeing him urging a little, he turned and walked to the door.

"Then I will trouble you, Mr. Boenser." He said as he walked, "I have something to do next, so I will leave first...Thank you."

Behind the curtains, little Cathy bit her lip, still standing there in silence.

When she heard that Maca was about to leave, she was still very conflicted in her heart.There was an impulse to drive her out to stop the other party, but for those words that looked like prophecies, she subconsciously refused to make them a reality.

However, just as Maca unscrewed the doorknob and opened the door, he suddenly turned his head back.The pair of sights cast straight toward the curtain, little Cathy could clearly feel through the curtain.

"By the way, beautiful Cathy," Maca said casually, "don't you know if you want to live in France for a while? There happens to be a group of kids about your age who are going over. I think you can go and see. The side is beautiful, and there is a very big castle, I think..."

"No, wait! Don't say it yet—"

Little Cathy heard these words, and finally couldn't help but jump out.

She interrupted Maca's invitation with her hands repeatedly.At that moment, you can even see a hint of inexplicable panic in the eyes behind her hands.

"Ok?"

You know, this little girl is usually calm, and she can maintain her inner strength even before her mother's death.That being the case, what else would make her be so panicked?

"Little Cathy..." Maca walked quickly to her, squatted down slightly and pressed her shoulders and said, "What happened? You know, you can tell me anything."

"Mr. McLean..."

Things in the future are often unpredictable, so sometimes, when people know what will happen to them in the future, they feel scared.

Especially, that future is clearly stated from a certain population.

For this reason, after Voldemort learned of his prophecy, he immediately wanted to kill Harry Potter, who was most likely the boy in the prophecy.

"I... was before my mother's grave..."

Little Cathy didn't know what she should say, let alone whether she should say it.Because just now, the prophecy of the windbreaker wizard actually became a reality!

So, will the remaining few words also become a fact?

If I speak the "language" now, will it have any unknown effects?

It is precisely because of her wisdom that she is far from her peers, that makes her feel more at a loss, because of the future, how can she understand?

"Kathy...Kathy?"

Maca patted her shoulder lightly, so she finally turned her attention back to her.

"Can't you still trust me? If you believe me, then tell it!" He smiled gently, "Don't worry, if you say it will cause any trouble, just leave it to me to solve it."

It’s this smile—when Little Cathy was very distressed about her mother’s affairs, it was this smile that relaxed her tight heart, and it was the words that had been held in her heart. Catharsis.

After that, although Mom left herself forever, at least she left with a smile.

Now, even if what is bothering me is another completely different thing, but... if you tell him, maybe you can get a good result!

"Actually, I met a man in front of my mother's tomb... that man was wearing a dark windbreaker and a wide-brimmed hat on his head, making it impossible to see what kind of face is hidden underneath..."

Little Cathy, under the guidance of Maca, seemed to give up her own thinking completely, and softly talked about the process of her dialogue with the strange wizard.

Although when repeating the other party's "prophecy", her expression still became a little nervous.But Maca held her hands lightly, but gave her the strength to continue.

However, Cathy's mood seemed to relax completely, but Maca frowned in response to her statement.

prophet?prophecy?

While listening, he shook his head silently, but his eyes suddenly became deeper and deeper.

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